Emily Johnson, grew up in Hawaii. Surfing is her life, she was in the water and learning at the young age of 6. Her mother was a professional surfer, and was her role model. When Emily was only 13 her mother got killed. How? Surfing, doing what she loved. She got hit by a massive wave, one of the biggest Hawaii has ever had during a surfing event. And unfortunately Emily's mother was out in the water during it. 3 years later, Emily is still out riding the waves and becoming one of the best surfers Hawaii has ever had. What happens in the summer of '09? While Emily is practicing for a big surfing competition she gets distracted by a handsome looking guy on the beach, watching her. Little does she know that, that summer was going to be one to remember. But when the curly haired beauty leaves after summer, Emily's heartbroken. What happens when she run's into him 4 years later? Well read to find out. ;)

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

3 Identical Boys...Triplets The "Styles" Triplets All 3 look so similar to one another but, they're all different in their own way. Marcel is the goody goody. Gets straight A's wears funky glasses and isn't the best with the ladies. Edward. The punk, the rocker & the bad one. He isn't the nicest person you'll meet. He's inked all over and a carefree guy. Does what he wants when he wants. And lastly..Harry. The sweetheart, the gentleman & the ladies man. The popular kid in school who everyone admires. The life of any party. All 3 of these boys are so different from each other for looking so much alike. But they do have ONE thing in common. They all like the same girl...... © COPYRIGHT @IWLWWY_Fanfics 2013 ♡

Lillie has awful stage fright but when she interviews One Direction on her radio show, and meets Niall Horan, will he help her with her stage fright? Or will he just make everything worse? This is her biggest fear, and no one has helped her before. She's never trusted anyone to help. Then Niall came along...

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

He was running towards me. My mind told me to run, to get the hell out of there, but my feet were stuck to the ground. He was approaching me. Faster. I tried to move my feet, tried to scream for help, but it seemed as though my whole body had shut down. My body was failing me. His face blurred, his figure was coming closer. Suddenly, his face was right in front of mine, still blurry, yet I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he leaned in and whispered, "You're next."